Rosellia seemed more perplexed by the woman's reply. Powerful magics like that were hard to obtain? They were expensive? She almost couldn't believe it, the awe showed as Rosellia seemed to be dazed while the Tainted Blade's eye darted around frantically for answers. Was there no one paving the way in this world? Were they just relying on their predecessor's techniques? Why was it so unlikely for someone to invent or control their own magic? It seemed like it was unlikely for her to even train an alternative. After processing these thoughts, the blade's large eye swiveled, the yellow in it's gaze growing deeper as it's thoughts shifted gears. This world was just too comfortable.

It was jogged from it's thoughts though when the 'hello' was addressed to the blade. The large gemstone like eye darted up to meet her face, the blade itself lacked the means to communicate, at best it was only capable enough to make a puppet to wield, but someday that would change as well. Instead though when the talk of 'soul' came up, the Tainted Blade grew uncertain. Did it have a soul? It had intelligence, sentience, but did that mean it had a 'soul'? Could it also transmigrate? Was it's soul also vulnerable as a human's? This comment made in passing brought a whole new concern to light for the Tainted Blade.

While it was distracted by those thoughts though, Rosellia still answered Aynur with a genuine tone. "A soulless body you think?" Rosellia asked with a simple smile that shined through in her playful tone. "I'm not something that could quash a soul like that, I also couldn't move without one I assume... I wonder if it is soulless or if it's just... 'sleeping'." It wondered. After all, that person who had helped it in the past was the former Rosellia, the girl who couldn't take the pain of life and surrendered to the sword a as a puppet so that they wouldn't have to think, feel or suffer. For the Blade, this body's gripes and struggles were ultimately meaningless, so it dealt with things like hunger and loneliness as if they were small frustrations.

It was unfortunate though... it couldn't answer any of Aynur's concerns or assumptions about how it connected with Rosellia. Anyone with the magic or power to look at their connection would be able to understand. The blade was like a parasite, latching onto Rosellia's spirit and directing it and moving it, taking advantage of what it could glean from the woman's past that had been deeply ingrained enough to reach her soul. The Tainted Blade was too young though, it didn't understand and merely used it's ability to facilitate movement.

On the other hand, Aynur's problem was one it was much more familiar with. Among those on the other side, there was a common belief, one that it had understood and waded through with every one of it's wielders. No matter one's problem, no matter one's struggle, if they didn't die, they would find a way around it, a way to live with it and a way to use it to their advantage with enough time. One didn't need powerful magic, they didn't need hyper advanced sciences or technologies, they only needed a will to survive despite their discomfort, a will to not lay down and accept.

"Do you still want to see though?" She asked with a seriousness, reaching up to stroke the girl's hair until she brushed it back past her face slowly. Pressing the girl's supple chest a bit tighter to her own as Rosellia's tone softened to a tempting whisper. "Do you... want to change?" She asked again, hinting at the fact that it were a possibility if the girl wanted it enough.